Something calls in the reaches of the night, where stars
wash back and forth, caught in the swell of the sky.
Its wordless words are saying that this place between
hoof, paw and the netted stars, that stirs in flaring nostrils
and tastes of the night, is love and anguish at its loss, is
birth and death and all of life between, muscles sliding
beneath hide and feathered flight. It says, listen to life
calling, hear its song in the snailshell of the ear, feel it
growing deep in the bones. Keep it close, let it not be
snatched away snuffed out in blood and tears,
but carry it always to sing, loud-throated as the blackbird,
into the teeth of death and the last silence.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
So vibrant 💜
The sky is beautiful, so full of stars, and if you take a torch out you can see the night animals in the fields.
You are very lucky to live where you do 💜
Sometimes it feels like that. Other times not so much. I’ve just come indoors because there’s someone with a rifle murdering the wildlife on the other side of the hedge. Swearing very loudly didn’t have any effect. I don’t want a bullet.
I can agree it not always wise to be too outspoken 💜
Not when you’re unarmed!
No indeed💜
If only humans knew how to stay out of the way…(K)
Or join in as equals not the domineering overlords.
Equality is one of those words humans love to use, but don’t really mean.
There are quite a few words like that.
You have choosen a wonderful image, for your impressive lines. Thank you Jane! Hope you had a beautiful weekend! Michael
Thank you, Michael. Franz Marc’s work always uplifts. The weekend was splendid, thank you. I hope yours was a radiant 🙂
Tnank you Jane! Nice to read. I took a little nap too. LoL
I wouldn’t have wanted to miss the sunshine. It was hot, but maybe the last hot day this year.
As I always said, beside the hunters you are blessed in this region. Here most of Siberia is back.
Oh dear. That sounds grim 😦
It is, but what could i do? I try to get back the stolen money, hopefully before civil war activities will begin. In my opinion the actual clash with the Roman-Catholic Church is similar to the clash with Martin Luther. Take away the hope from them who are working in fear and anger, you will get wild animals.